You know I never loved a woman,
Though I think I thought I did,
Never a woman, or her real feelings,
Whatever she revealed, or she hid.
Oh, you know, I was romantic,
Or at least romantically inclined,
I'd spend sequential hours of a day,
Imagining us romantically entwined,
I'd imagine my fingers,
Running through her auburn/blonde/black hair,
And gaze into her blue/green/brown eyes,
Romantically loosing myself there,
I imagined her skin smelt of freedom,
And her lips tasted of yesterdays wine,
And her voice would only seductively whisper,
In my ears, then my fears would begin to decline,
Oh and secretly we longed for each other,
Saw in each other, what nobody else did,
But you know, I've never loved a woman,
Whatever was revealed or was hid,
You know a woman was for me a far away country,
Somewhere I could never go,
So I dreamed of those women in safety,
Golden dreams with unlosable glow,
In my dreams those women were promise,
A promise of love yet unsung,
A promise of love, that could not disappoint,
Because it would never come,
And a promise is better than the purchase,
Because unattained it wont fail the test,
And it offers much more,
When it stays before,
And is never the aftermath of the mess,
Oh I have loved a few women,
I have loved their warmth and their care,
But to the ideal of the idolatry
They could never compare,
Maybe I loved the idea of them,
And loved them a little less than enough,
But pedestals are for putting on,
And then for pushing off,
You know I never loved a woman
Though I think I thought I did,
Never a woman, or her real feelings,
Whatever she revealed, or she hid,
You know I never loved a woman,
Whatever she would reveal,
I'm sorry for my snake like retreat,
It all got a little too real,
